Broken (A TMR fanfiction: Part One)

You wake up in a bathtub with no memory of the night before. You're dressed in only your underwear and a thin black crop-top. While rubbing your eyes, you look around. Your shorts are across the room, near the door. Pills and bottles are scattered on the floor.

'What the...' Your thought is cut short when you see a pregnancy test beside you, it's clearly yours. And it's positive. Groaning, you stand up slowly. You were already called a "slut", "bitch", and "whore" by the other Gladers and this certainly wasn't going to help your reputation. But, who's the father?

After staring at the test for a good five minutes, you throw it back into the tub and look at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was heavy and smudged. Your hair was tangled, fizzed up, and messy. It hung onto your face and stood our in odd places. Your clothes trashy and admittedly, very slutty. 'Maybe they're right...maybe I am just a whore...'

Without thinking, you take off your shirt and throw it to the ground. You view your stomach sideways and sigh. 'A fat whore...I need to get thinner...'

With a cry of aggravation, you grabbed you razor and slid it across your wrist multiple times. Blood begins to bubble out. You didn't care. Mesmerized, almost moving like you were being controlled, you made your way to the toilet.